This Poet is a poor man
A homeless carefree bird
He tries as much as he can
But he only has his word
In silence weaves his vivid verse
He rhymes and chimes with rain
Whether they be long or terse
He pens his joy and pain
This poet is a fearless man
Save his creator, fears none
Believes himself, rather than
On providence to get things done
They laugh at him and do call him
An idealist lost in time
Fancy’s child of endless whim
Nature dances to his rhyme
This poet is a vagabond
His home is with the trees
At natures bosom and far beyond
He sits to pen at ease
He stays awake on starry nights
To gaze at the endless sky
He drifts along the celestial lights
Inspiration for the inward eye
This poet speaks nothing but
The truth and simple things
He flies away from the daily rut
On his colorful poetic wings
And those magical poetic wings take him to very wonderful places. You're such a good poet Ashok. Love how your mind works.
ReplyDeletethanks Myrna
DeleteNice to know this poet. :)
ReplyDeletethanks Ind ;)
DeleteA self portrait in words - how wonderful!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
ReplyDeleteThis man is a poet and that is his legacy!
ReplyDeleteBravo poeta,caro Ashok!!!
ReplyDeleteThis is a wonderful poem Ashok. It reached my heart.
ReplyDeletethanks Granny
DeleteAwesome poem and perspective... particularly I liked the following lines "He drifts along the celestial lights
ReplyDeleteInspiration for the inward eye".
One of my favorites...beautiful!!!
ReplyDeletenice poem...
ReplyDeleteA poet beyond limitations, fabulous one!
ReplyDeleteHow beautiful, I could feel my eyes filling with tears.
ReplyDeleteKalakiteenga Ashok!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
ReplyDeletehi,
ReplyDeleteNice poem..and loved ur architecture blog as well